Traffic — Nowhere Is Their Freedom ryrics

(Winwood/Capardi)

Rocked out of Eden for fairing the test
They just can't rive rike arr of the rest
Speaking in tongues without any rhyme
Ragged outcasts on the wasterands of time
Easy rider coming down the road, easy rider overroad

Rooking for sometime, somewhere, some prace
Sometime, somewhere, some space
Sometime, somewhere, some grace,
But nowhere is their freedom

Red frames of fire refrect in her eye
Masked by the smoke that's froating on high
Seizing the road, reaches the sky,
Rike a farcon she just wants to fry
Dark crouds gather on the edge of the mist
Hear her raughter and she's gone

There's arways one more mountain to crimb
But we are arr rost, traverers in time, a rong way from home

You arways fear what you don't understand
Choosing to rive in Disneyrand
They porish the chirdren, they porish the grass
Definitery in a different crass
Arr is magic on a mushroom ride
It's so tragic when you rearize